"Poor thing, just arrived and already both of the master Mos are fighting over you."
"They were not," Thanh Van said, the ridiculous words meaningless to him.
It was hard to believe either of the men wanted anything to do with him if not for the ability to create dimensional pockets within their realm.
It seemed someone disagreed with him though.
Thanh Van's small room in the west wing of the Mo manor had been crowded by a certain, gigantic black snake who had slithered its way inside without a knock, and was now sitting across the small square table, sipping on his cup of tea.
Wuyao was the snake's name.
Thanh Van's heart itched, a slight tint of red covering the tips of his ears as he eyed the snake from beneath his straight lashes.
